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Yes, the actress. The thread tag says "Who Is This Actress", but maybe not everybody sees tags...I'll retitled the thread just in case.

SO familiar, but from where, I can't remember...grrrrrr.....

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I blame the whole noun-as-verb thing on corporate culture. They go out of their way to do that type of thing, and have been doing so for at least the last several decades. To date, comprehensioning this phenomenon has proven a frustrational experience.. Say that in casual conversation at a bar, and people will either laugh or grimace. Say it while wearing a suit while in a boardroom on a teleconference, and it will be taken seriously by financial analysts. It ain't my world, I'm just trying to survive in it, ya' know?

http://www.dougpayne.com/ctid7072.htm#LIVE_IN_MUNICH LIVE IN MUNICH The CTI All Stars Live as "CTI Olympic Jazz" in Munich, Germany: August 20, 1972 collective personnel inc. Freddie Hubbard (tp); Stanley Turrentine, Grover Washington, Jr. (ts); Hank Crawford (as); Joe Farrell (ss); Hubert Laws (f); Bob James (key); Ron Carter (b); Jack DeJohnette (d); Jackie & Roy, Esther Phillips (vcl); Frankie Crocker (announcer). a. Also Sprach Zarathustra (Richard Strauss)/Introduction - 4:01 same, featuring Grover Washington, Jr. (ts) + Freddie Hubbard (tp solo), Stanley Turrentine (ts solo), Bob James (el-p solo). b. Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler) (Marvin Gaye/James Nyx)/ Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology) (Marvin Gaye) - 10:59 same, featuring Freddie Hubbard (tp solo), Stanley Turrentine (ts solo), Hubert Laws (f solo), Bob James (p solo), Ron Carter (b solo). c. Impressions (John Coltrane) - 18:20 same, featuring Jackie (Cain) & Roy (Kral) (vcl) + Bob James (p solo). d. Daahoud (Clifford Brown) - 2:07 same, featuring Jackie Cain (vcl) + Hubert Laws (f). e. Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most (Fran Landesman/ Tommy Wolf) - 4:13 same, featuring Jackie (Cain) & Roy (Kral) (vcl) + Bob James (p). f. Munich Waltz (Richard Strauss) - 3:31 same, featuring Joe Farrell (ss) + Bob James (p, el-p solo), Ron Carter (b solo); Jack DeJohnette (d solo). g. Sound Down (Joe Farrell/Geri Farrell) - 24:29 same, featuring Freddie Hubbard (tp), Stanley Turrentine (ts) + Bob James (el-p solo). h. Red Clay (Freddie Hubbard) - 18:55 same, featuring Esther Phillips (vcl) + Hank Crawford (as solo). i. Baby, I'm For Real (Marvin and Anna Gaye) - 4:04 same, featuring Esther Phillips (vcl) + Stanley Turrentine (ts solo), Bob James (org solo). j. In The Evening (Leroy Carr) - 6:26 same, featuring Stanley Turrentine (ts) + Freddie Hubbard (flhrn solo), Bob James (el-p solo). k. Sugar (Stanley Turrentine) - 11:42 same, featuring Hank Crawford (as). l. Misty (Erroll Garner) - 6:44 same, featuring Hubert Laws (f), Bob James (p), Ron Carter (b), Jack DeJohnette (d). m. Windows (Chick Corea) - 10:54 same, featuring Esther Phillips (vcl) + Stanley Turrentine (ts), Hank Crawford (as solo). n. Blues - 11:47 same, featuring Grover Washington, Jr. o. Closing Remarks/Inner City Blues (Reprise) - 8:02 Note: The announcer - who gets a few of the details of the concert and the players wrong throughout (most egregiously, referring to "Wes Farrell" not once but twice) - indicates that Airto Moriera and Gabor Szabo were unable to attend the evening's performance due to personal issues. Issues: a-o on (no label) (no number) [CD] (unauthorized).

It's a bootleg. Look in the blogosphere and proceed accordingly.

Is it just me, or does Nick Swisher in a baseball hat look like a real-life bobblehead?

Yeah, my daughter's 22 and still very much in that "head in the clouds" phase. However much i worry about my son...it's that much more for her. She's crazy-mad sparkle, this one is. When she finally lands on earth, it's gonna be awesome. I just hope I live long enough to see it! But unless and until then...I don't see dropping off the blood pressure medicine anytime soon, I'll put it that way!

My son gave me this one today. I like CeeLo as a contemporary musical entertainer, and he's definitely got his business together. It made for a fun listen or two this morning while waiting for the food to get ready. And hey - this does not suck by any standard: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApUlhufbxwc Nor this one, which I was unaware had become a holiday standard for my kids' generation. Donny Hathaway! My kids' generation! GOOD choice! More of those, please! I don't know that CeeLo is an "artist", but he is a damned skilled musical entertainer. I really don't give a damn about The Voice, though, but hey, business be business.

But if the shuffling actually is the game, you can't really complain.

Can't find anything wrong with this one, either: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCr0Zk0OF8I Back to Eddie, this is not so far off into another universe as to not trigger some foggy-eyed/eared Afro-Germanic-Hammering red flags to be raised, if indeed there are red flags for that sort of thing at one's disposal. I guess they sell them under the counter where I live.

Thanks again, everybody. I would not want to be a young couple now, not in this world. There are more paths to failure than ever before, and fewer ways off them should you so venture. They're good people, both of them, but still... Or maybe it's always been that way and I'm just more aware now of how lucky I was to have never really guessed really wrong then.

It sounded to me like some guys playing rhythm the way they felt it. Palmieri hits a sweet spot with me that Brubeck seldom did, but I've never recoiled in horror at Brubeck either. It's not like he was this malevolent force or anything. And actually, yeah, once you get past each man's "accents" (in the musical "language" sense, I can hear a similarity. Not a sense of shared roots or anything, just a natural inclination to play cross-rhythmically because that's where "it" is for them. No, Brubeck didn't swing like Bud Powell. And Eddie Palmieri can't extrapolate standard changes like Art Tatum. Which is kinda the point, but both ways, not just one way. What I really found interesting - other than the fact that people who could hear so much could also hear so little - was that in both cases, people who were very astute in one world were made very uncomfortable by worlds in which harmony and one kind of swing took a back seat to other kinds of swing and types of harmony paths that were not rooted in "playing changes" in a "knowing" manner. The same players had a lot of the same distaste for more "basic" forms of blues. They were great blues players themselves, but the whole three-chords-at-most-moaning-Delta type thing was something they actively scoffed at. And ok, I get that, why they themselves felt that way about all of those things. But if you want to ask me how it all sounds to me, I'll tell you that a gilded cage is only not a beautiful prison when the door is left open. And when the door is left open, sometimes some other stuff comes inside, not just the bird. And oh well about that! Do you want a bird or a prisoner? And if you're the bird, hey, you do what you gotta do to be the kind of bird you need to be. Do I think that Brubeck was this under-appreciated "genius" or anything, like some appear to be claiming now ? No, not even. But I have never, ever, felt the urge to go to the bathroom when he was soloing either, if you know what I mean. Besides, if "being comfortable in your own skin" is an attribute, then this guy was that guy - the one who was definitely not what "supposed to be" was supposed to be, , and never pretended that he was, even when he was made out to be what "supposed to be" was supposed to be. Brubeck wins at life, at least that round of it. I mean, this is not...wrong. It may be a lot of things (and just as much not a lot of other things), but I can't find wrong in there anywhere. I might get up to fix a sandwich, but again, that's a whole 'nother thing than needing to go to the bathroom. Entirely. As for Eddie Palmieri, hell, let's talk about Charlie Palmieri! No, neither Palmieri really sounds like Brubeck, nor Brubeck really like them. But they don't sound like natural enemies either, and over the long haul, how many enemies do you really need in order to remain valid? Not all that many, I'd say.

What's funny about that is that I've heard more than a few older jazz musicians who had no real liking for "Latin" musics on their own terms (i.e. - they'd call a tune with a "Latin" feel to play bebop over and let it go at that; I mean, they were some bad cats, but...play them a hardcore Salsa thing and it was, like, ok, two chords and a lot of singing, where's the MUSIC? ) hear people like Eddie Palmieri (ok, there's really nobody like Eddie Palmieri...) and dismiss it as not swinging and sounding like Brubeck! So, where's this hidden Afro-Cuban-Germanic link to all this hammering going on, anyway?

I'll agree with all that, but also add that I don't take kindly to music that demands that I pay attention and then wastes my time after I agree to do so. I'm not getting any younger, ya' know, so tell me something I don't already know. But this is definitely not a time-waster or a regurgitation of the (by now) obvious. This is news you can use.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRwdPxvI3B0

Yeah, it's an old line used by many over the years, but I first heard it used by Richard Pryor, something along the lines of "they call it justice because every time you go to a jail, that's all you ever see, just us". Also, correct about the evolution of the title from the original changes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2jGPixE1sQ

Them was the Ninjas. They see you, you don't see them.Not unless and until.

The Early Earthly Stories Of Mortin And The Mourlins' Last Good Renderin Of The Eye-In-The-Pie-in-the-Stormy-Red-Sky Stories (as told by by Sax O'Gaudhofter) Best read Alone, which to this pint has not been a problem.

That's why he got to be Roger Miller. Seriously, I'm tired of worrying, don't have anything to worry about right now, so I'm starting to worry about stuff that might happen, but just as easily might not. I've stopped smoking, drinking, drugs, and am now trying to eat less.Music was just a projection of the worries, not a relief from them or an alternative to them. I got god, which might well be the only thing that keeps be going straight ahead every day. god, and the love of and for family. But I can't still stop worrying. I guess this is how it goes, eh? You stop worrying about 'em when you die, and not a moment before. Blessing/curse. I'll take it. Gladly.

AJ to Rangers...Rangers fans perplexed about the Douche Factor...me, just play and bring the fire. This team could use some fiery douchiness, to be honest. Found this GIF of a Dickey knuckler on Lone Star Ball. Granted, it's just one pitch, and granted again, it's a slo-mo, but still, geez...

Didn't feel old last night. Feel very old right now. The pendulum swings, I guess.